Teenage bastard. 4

I went home that night, sneaking in silently, or they would ask me about the new wound on my face.

My parents were busy talking about money, I went straight to my room, lay down on the bed and thought about the mess I was in now. I felt totally trapped under Dani's feet. I didn't see an escape, I had a video of myself licking his body, sucking his cock, and begging him.

There would be no way for anyone to believe me now. I buried my head in the pillow and cried silently until I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up wearing the same clothes from the night before, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Luckily, my parents had already left for work. I had a bruise on my face thanks to my best friend and I didn't feel like giving explanations so early.

I hated the fact that I had to go to school, I couldn't look my classmates in the face, let alone my ex-best friend, who could have told anyone.

The class was as noisy and rowdy as always, but I wasn't in the mood to chat with anyone, I went straight to my seat and opened my literature book. I was reading when someone touched my shoulder, I looked up scared and said: "Yes?"

It was Jesus: "Hey, dude, you have a bruise on your face, did Jose do it to you when he hit you with his cock?" At least three people behind us laughed.

My face turned red as I slumped down in my chair. The best I could do was ignore all the comments. Jesus sat down behind me and whispered: "I never thought you were a faggot, but if you want to suck me off after class, I don't have a problem, okay?

I tried not to let Jesus' words affect me, but despite everything, I felt a knot in my throat as I wondered how many more comments I would have to endure.

Jesus was persistent. He continued whispering over my shoulder: "Hey Jaime, seriously dude, I have eighteen centimeters that I can shove down your throat like Dani did. What do you say? Do we have a date tonight?

I kept ignoring him, although all I wanted to do was escape and not stop until I got home.

I spent lunchtime enduring some glances and a few comments. I went to the bathroom, hoping and praying that it would be empty. I was trying to avoid everyone today, Jose even more than Dani, and with no luck, I ran into him.

I looked at him sideways, not sure if I should talk to him. He looked at me coldly.

"Don't you dare look at me, or I'll beat you up, I swear. Don't come near me, seriously!" Jose growled as he passed by me, pushing me against the wall with a shoulder bump. Two of my former friends followed him, shaking their heads in disgust.

I didn't know how much more humiliation I could take, but I felt that everything would get worse before it got better. I went to my locker to get some books and inside, there was a note: "Hey faggot, how's your day going? Come to my house this afternoon at six, or you'll see. Your new best friend Dani...